There was pressure being applied to her side, and slowly she could feel that spot growing wet, damp with warmth, that which Claire could only assume was her blood seeping into some sort of cloth, or maybe pressed there by the doctor's hands. Every tiny movement made her gasp, or made her body attempt to catching air, the ragged state of her lungs making it difficult. So she simply nodded, letting her head fall back as her skin started to feel as though it were tingling all over, cold, her hair standing on end.

"Okay," she whispered. "Okay. Gonna be fine."